Tell me,
You,
What You hath devised?
Where Your keys to symphony lies?
Which path had Frost trodden first?
Where they erected that philosopher's half bust?
Which road had that Renaissance art hidden in every door?
Where the ocean leaves poesy more and more?
Which plant grew in eight months to be a root?
Where the peepul from sky opened a verse of a book?

Like Stephanie
Tell me,
Tell me all,
Before the time
Tells me...
Tells upon
All...

(Note: though the scribble starts with a Stephanie Mills song, it has completely reached another mindscape, me thinks)

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